Constance Blackwood Novels & Stories

"It’s Charles Robert. I want a full dossier. I want everything on Zayn Carrington, every financial weakness, every past scandal, every dirty secret. And I want everything on the woman, Mandy Blackwood. Their relationship, her past, her child. I want to know what makes her so special that he would do this to my Jane." There was a long, heavy silence on the other end of the line. When the investigator spoke, his voice was low, cautious, and carried a warning Charles had never heard from him before. "Sir… with respect, I would advise extreme caution regarding Ms. Blackwood. It would be best not to involve her at all." Charles let out a sharp laugh. “What are you talking about? Who is she? Some

I turned the corner—and stopped short. A woman stood at the far end of the glass corridor, her back to me, trimming a potted rose bush. Her black hair was pulled into a sharp chignon. Her suit was charcoal gray. Tailored. Perfect. She turned—and smiled. It was the kind of smile that didn’t touch the eyes. “You must be Mrs. Blackwood,” she said. I nodded slowly. “And you are?” She held out a gloved hand. “Verena Blake. Executive consultant. Lucien brought me in during the merger talks.”

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Leslie took a seat despite the feeling of trepidation in her heart and said, "My name is Leslie Harrison. Maybe you could explain why you came into my father's ward and claimed that you could be of assistance." "Claimed?" The woman scoffed smugly. "Did you just say 'claimed'? I don't make claims, dear child. Everything I say, I do it. Besides, do you even know who I am?" "Am I supposed to know?" Leslie retorted carefully, her feeling of unease multiplying. "My name is Eleanor Blackwood," she said, impatience tinging her words. Leslie let out a small "Oh," and then it hit her. Blackwood wasn't a common name in New York. Only one family used that name around here. Her eyes widened in shock, an

Alexa claimed the spot directly across, her smile polite but her eyes watchful. Then Victoria Blackwood entered, and the room seemed to bow. Even in her late fifties, she was breathtaking, her skin was flawlessa, silver-threaded hair swept into an elegant chignon, her midnight-blue gown flowing like liquid night. She carried herself with the quiet power of someone who’d never needed to raise her voice.

Dante replied, his voice a low, vibrating growl. ​The doors to the conservatory opened, and Evelyn Blackwood stepped out onto the terrace. She was followed by Silas, who looked far too rested for a man who had been outmaneuvered the night before. Behind them walked a woman Dante recognized as the Chief Governance Officer of the Blackwood Trust—a woman whose sole job was to ensure the family didn't humiliate the brand. ​"Dante, Isabella," Evelyn said, gesturing to the two empty chairs at the head of the table. "I hope you slept well. The reports from the primary wing suggest it was a... busy night."

She said, her voice low and cautious. “Hi, this is Katherine Blackwood speaking,” a smooth voice echoed through the other side of the phone. I’m sure this is Andrea Wilford, right?” Andrea pulled the phone away from my ear, her expression a mirror of skepticism. She stared at the screen in her hand for a moment before placing it back to her ear again. “Who did you say you are again?” She asked. “I’m sure you’re already aware of who the owner of Blackwood Empire is. I am the only daughter of the Blackwood family, and Alexander Blackwood’s sister,” she introduced herself, her voice dripping with confidence.

“Then maybe something good came out of that night after all.” She rested her head on his chest carefully, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Don’t you ever do that again.” “I’ll try not to,” he said softly. A knock came on the door, and Ada Blackwood stepped inside. She looked regal even in shadows. Dressed in black. As always. “I see you’ve decided to stick around,” she said to Killian, her voice dry but touched with relief. “Someone has to make sure you don’t run this empire into the ground,” he murmured.

Like a version of me that belonged in a completely different world. I jerked back slightly, my heart racing, as if I’d been stung by the picture. Julian watched me closely, his eyes following every expression that crossed my face. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Who is she?” “That,” Julian said calmly, folding his arms casually over his chest, “is Kimberly Hayes. She’s my cousin’s fiancée. Nathan Blackwood—CEO of Blackwood Industries.” He reached over, swiping his finger across the screen until another picture appeared. “That’s him.”

I asked. I was being careful with my words. I didn’t want him to find out that Nath and I were no longer together so he could tell me who he was who referred me and when exactly. I saw him waving his hands in the air, he checked his from left to right like he was denying an accusation. “How will I say that? It's just so surprising that Mr. Blackwood would go for a woman who is very calm and career-focused. There is no need to include beauty because I was certain he wouldn’t settle for someone who is not beautiful at all.”